Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 18, 2014 14:04:09 GMT -6
Name: Weyrloc Karn
Species: Krogan
Gender: Male
Age: 447
Height: 7'5
Weight: 348 ibs (Without armor and other attachments)
Appearance: A rather tall, stocky krogan standing at the ranges of seven foot, five inches. His plate, along with the rest of the hardened scales on his body, gives off at rather green-ish color, along with the color of his eyes residing at a light blue tone, in contrast to his rather yellow colored eyeball. His build is rather bulky, most of his muscle mass rather hardened and toned, with a tougher physique then most. His body, like most krogans, is coated in scars achieved for battles and other means of combat, but a rather large, claw-like scar, across his plate. It covers the length of his right eye and all the way to his neck, with rumors stating it was caused by a rather feisty female..
Personality: Being raised as a warrior and trained as such, Karn is a very honor bound individual, clustered with pride with every action he commits. Even with being a traditional krogan in sense, Karn is rather alien in his own right, given his attitude towards other races outside of his own is rather neutral in some ways. His attitude towards turians isn't all too high however, with some certain events previous causing an aggressive disposition towards their race. As for salarians.. It's best said to not talk about what he feels about them, genophage and whatnot.
His usual attitude is generally calm, surprising enough, but he reacts at a more neutral pace then what most would expect. Though, when thrown into a situation where he excels, he becomes a cold, vicious and brutal individual, where his attitude and violent tendencies kick in. Get on his bad side? Going to take a lot of convincing for him not to break anything, or anyone.. But for those who do gain his trust, even his respect, you gain a formidable ally and probably one of the most interesting friends you may gain, if you get that far along his good side, that is.
His stubborn pride, along with his traditional attitude makes him rather hard to get along with at first, but respect is an easy thing to gain if someone were to peek his interests. An avid gun nut, he can mostly be found messing around with his weaponry, simply cleaning, or just messing around with the internal mechanics. Though not taking much pride in his armor, most of his pride and attention comes towards his weapon, so asking a question about said weapon might lead to a long.. Extensive conversation..
Weapons and Tools:
M-300 Claymore
Krogan Battle Hammer (Stolen from a Warlord)
Powers and Abilities:
Biotic Charge
Carnage
Barrier
Rage
Overload
Profession: Freelance Mercenary, Ex-Blood Pack Mercenary.
Biography:
No one knew when he was born, no one knew to who, or who he came from. Karn's arrival into life has been a mystery, even to himself.. Some say he was from the female camps, some say he was raised out in the wastes, in the end there was only one thing they knew. The child was a successor, a biotic in right and in power, the next battle master in the lines of many before him, though to his luck, the only one who wasn't dead by the end of his training. Through the years of his time in Tuchanka, Karn had become a fierce, noble warrior.. His rite completed with no hassles, his rise in power somehow quick, even at his age. A merciless, vicious individual, a model soldier in the eyes of those around him, causing great fear to those under him, but a heavy sense of respect.. Those who stood over him, soon found themselves crushed under his heel, friend or foe alike, his mindset as a warrior strove to be stronger and to prove that, death was all he required to be respected above all else..
Though, even with his power, the might he had mustered, one small thing was able to crush everything he had devised. All it took was a woman. A Jorgal female, soon to cause his downfall.. His own tempted lust, his insane ideas of love broke whatever respect or power Weyrloc had granted to him. He was disgraced, ruined, thrown to the side like nothing due to his abuse of the trust of his clansmen. They deemed him traitorous, his acts to help clans outside of Guld's ambition grew tiresome to the older members of Weyrloc. He wasn't required, best he were to be dead then disgraced, but options came too limited to Karn himself. His ideals to leave, the lust for adventure and release, to escape the world be was bound to by chains, he soon found it through the Blood Pack. Whisked off world, by his second cycle in life, Karn had found something the world he lived in before could not present.. A chance of freedom, at least, for some time.
Time progressed, the once young, inexperienced krogan to the alien world around him.. Soon became an older, wiser individual. Krogan by nature, alien by attitude.. He became different, more free to explore and find his way, his abilities and stature all he required to present a more successful life in his work. His time in the wider reaches of space, from Omega to Nos Astra, all the way to the Citadel, there wasn't much he hadn't gone to. But even with the ideals he was presented, the Blood Pack restricted him more. He wasn't there for blood, or an ego trip, he was out for adventure, to see what had to be seen. For a krogan, he knew all too well that there were things to fight and things to take.. Soon shifting out of the Blood Pack through a series of 'accidental' problems, Karn soon breaks away from the restrictive group, before long.. Finding the free life he wanted.
Currently, he wanders, taking jobs here and there, exploring around the Terminus for other forms of 'fun'. What he finds next, is unknown to him.. But it's not like he didn't enjoy that mystery.
Species: Krogan
Gender: Male
Age: 447
Height: 7'5
Weight: 348 ibs (Without armor and other attachments)
Appearance: A rather tall, stocky krogan standing at the ranges of seven foot, five inches. His plate, along with the rest of the hardened scales on his body, gives off at rather green-ish color, along with the color of his eyes residing at a light blue tone, in contrast to his rather yellow colored eyeball. His build is rather bulky, most of his muscle mass rather hardened and toned, with a tougher physique then most. His body, like most krogans, is coated in scars achieved for battles and other means of combat, but a rather large, claw-like scar, across his plate. It covers the length of his right eye and all the way to his neck, with rumors stating it was caused by a rather feisty female..
Personality: Being raised as a warrior and trained as such, Karn is a very honor bound individual, clustered with pride with every action he commits. Even with being a traditional krogan in sense, Karn is rather alien in his own right, given his attitude towards other races outside of his own is rather neutral in some ways. His attitude towards turians isn't all too high however, with some certain events previous causing an aggressive disposition towards their race. As for salarians.. It's best said to not talk about what he feels about them, genophage and whatnot.
His usual attitude is generally calm, surprising enough, but he reacts at a more neutral pace then what most would expect. Though, when thrown into a situation where he excels, he becomes a cold, vicious and brutal individual, where his attitude and violent tendencies kick in. Get on his bad side? Going to take a lot of convincing for him not to break anything, or anyone.. But for those who do gain his trust, even his respect, you gain a formidable ally and probably one of the most interesting friends you may gain, if you get that far along his good side, that is.
His stubborn pride, along with his traditional attitude makes him rather hard to get along with at first, but respect is an easy thing to gain if someone were to peek his interests. An avid gun nut, he can mostly be found messing around with his weaponry, simply cleaning, or just messing around with the internal mechanics. Though not taking much pride in his armor, most of his pride and attention comes towards his weapon, so asking a question about said weapon might lead to a long.. Extensive conversation..
Weapons and Tools:
M-300 Claymore
Krogan Battle Hammer (Stolen from a Warlord)
Powers and Abilities:
Biotic Charge
Carnage
Barrier
Rage
Overload
Profession: Freelance Mercenary, Ex-Blood Pack Mercenary.
Biography:
No one knew when he was born, no one knew to who, or who he came from. Karn's arrival into life has been a mystery, even to himself.. Some say he was from the female camps, some say he was raised out in the wastes, in the end there was only one thing they knew. The child was a successor, a biotic in right and in power, the next battle master in the lines of many before him, though to his luck, the only one who wasn't dead by the end of his training. Through the years of his time in Tuchanka, Karn had become a fierce, noble warrior.. His rite completed with no hassles, his rise in power somehow quick, even at his age. A merciless, vicious individual, a model soldier in the eyes of those around him, causing great fear to those under him, but a heavy sense of respect.. Those who stood over him, soon found themselves crushed under his heel, friend or foe alike, his mindset as a warrior strove to be stronger and to prove that, death was all he required to be respected above all else..
Though, even with his power, the might he had mustered, one small thing was able to crush everything he had devised. All it took was a woman. A Jorgal female, soon to cause his downfall.. His own tempted lust, his insane ideas of love broke whatever respect or power Weyrloc had granted to him. He was disgraced, ruined, thrown to the side like nothing due to his abuse of the trust of his clansmen. They deemed him traitorous, his acts to help clans outside of Guld's ambition grew tiresome to the older members of Weyrloc. He wasn't required, best he were to be dead then disgraced, but options came too limited to Karn himself. His ideals to leave, the lust for adventure and release, to escape the world be was bound to by chains, he soon found it through the Blood Pack. Whisked off world, by his second cycle in life, Karn had found something the world he lived in before could not present.. A chance of freedom, at least, for some time.
Time progressed, the once young, inexperienced krogan to the alien world around him.. Soon became an older, wiser individual. Krogan by nature, alien by attitude.. He became different, more free to explore and find his way, his abilities and stature all he required to present a more successful life in his work. His time in the wider reaches of space, from Omega to Nos Astra, all the way to the Citadel, there wasn't much he hadn't gone to. But even with the ideals he was presented, the Blood Pack restricted him more. He wasn't there for blood, or an ego trip, he was out for adventure, to see what had to be seen. For a krogan, he knew all too well that there were things to fight and things to take.. Soon shifting out of the Blood Pack through a series of 'accidental' problems, Karn soon breaks away from the restrictive group, before long.. Finding the free life he wanted.
Currently, he wanders, taking jobs here and there, exploring around the Terminus for other forms of 'fun'. What he finds next, is unknown to him.. But it's not like he didn't enjoy that mystery.